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Satish Verma After the storm
we should stop putting
up the price for the
kiss of death.
A Titan falls.
A prince fails.
The princess weeps.
Don't mend the vase.
Dismembered, the rose has left.
The stones get the peace.
Take off the mask,
I will read the elements
bit by bit.
Have enough. You
will be thirsty in desert of
moonrise. Sands take revenge.
Dandelions search.
There was no love-shift.
It is the nature.
